#sindri x freyr

[user1286]

It's so funny to see sindri getting passed around like a blunt (shipping wise) with like so many characters at this point, you people know who you are, pls keep doing what youre doing it's amazing ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

[arvolna]

So my friend and I were thinking about a headcanon where GOWR characters saw that I draw "anatomically focused" drawings of them. How would they react?

Kratos--would probably be used to people making statues of him? So he would say "Hmph."

Mimir-- "OOH... UHH... THANKS... LASSIE? UHH... Can you give this to... Sigrún?"

Freya--"Oh... Uhm... Pretty uhh... Accurate... Maybe try giving me some clothes?" would blushing red.

Freyr-- "OMG I'M A MUSE??? AM I YOUR MUSE??? oh and BTW you drew it small. Make it bigger" have you seen the statues of him? His uhh sword big.

Tyr--"Perhaps some meditation to... Uhh... Nevermind. But uh... You are good at what you do..." he would give a pat on the shoulder and leave

Heimdall--"You can't get behind the lie of 'anatomy focused' you know you like me. So tonight. Me. You. Himinbjörg. Don't be late."

Thor--"... I should lose some weight huh..." I would probably hug him and say that he doesn't need to.

Sif-- already killed me with her hair

Hildisvini-- "well... I appreciate the uhh imagination... Thank you. But uh... I prefer clothes" then respectfully leave

Also... The Huldra brothers + Lunda seeing the drawings

Brok: DAAAAAMN, SHORTIE. YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO DRAW!

Lunda: OH AREN'T YOU A SMALL POCKETFUL OF TALENT! GOOD JOB! Hm. Kratos looks good and oh...freya..

Sindri: *vomiting in a corner* good drawing!

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Four

Masterlist

You haven't been back to Sindri's house since Tire was liberated. You didn't want to face him. Thinking about this man always made you uncomfortable and tugged at your scars. You placed your hand against your shoulder. You didn't like it. You sighed, running your hands over your face. Have the Norns decided to challenge you? If so, they were really cruel to you. Although they told you once, they were just spectators of the spectacle that the Aesir Gods and mortals gave them.

So that was your life. A spectacle of tragedy that entertained the Norns.

“What a shitty life,” you muttered, slamming your knife into the belly of the deer you hunted.

You opened the poor beast's belly, removing its organs so you could harvest the meat. You were going to be able to last a few weeks with that. You froze as you felt a divine and threatening presence. You groaned as you approached the bucket full of water to clean your hands. You looked closely at your hands soaking in blood. The last time you had this much blood on your hands was when you took out your anger on a troll who had broken into the Valkyrie council. The creature didn't stand a chance against your rage and sadness. You remembered being covered in his blood from head to toe. You didn't get any satisfaction from this confrontation. You dipped your hands in the cold water, removing the blood from your hands.

You couldn't help but feel uncomfortable thinking about what happened in Svartalfheim. The liberation of Tyr did not bring you the relief and joy you hoped for. You dreamed so much of his return and you were disappointed by the reaction and behavior of the one who was your husband. No, this man was not your husband. Your husband was dead when he left your home for Asgard.

You grabbed your knife, moving closer to your game when you felt your hair stand up at the base of your neck. You saw a strange shape crossing the sky at full speed.

Had you dreamed or had you just seen Vanadís?

You dropped your work, rushing to the Mystique door. You walked through the door. You knew where she was going. You had heard the little boy talking about her with his father. If she was in such a hurry, that meant that Kratos and Atreus weren't far away. What could they have done to upset Vanadís? You passed the door arriving in front of a house. You heard the sound of weapons clashing when you heard Atreus screaming and bear howls. You rushed into the backyard to see Kratos holding back a grizzly bear.

"Atreus! You do not want this! Calm your mind. Control it!" he said holding the bear down. “She was our friend.”

Freya turned her back on the father and son. She was conflicted. Atreus returned to his human form. Kratos helped him up, asking if he was hurt. The Vanir Goddess felt rage invade her, her breathing accelerated. Freya screamed, turning to face Kratos. She used her Vanir magic, conjuring up a vine that wrapped itself around the rock next to the Spartan's head. The vine squeezed the rock until it exploded. Kratos protected Atreus from the flying stones. Freya faced them. Her rage was palpable. But she didn't always seem capable of killing someone. Was she still cursed or did she not have the courage?

"Maybe… for the moment… you're of no more use to me… alive," she said, putting away her sword.

Kratos stood up, grabbing Atreus' arm, forcing him to do the same. The Spartan ordered the teenager to return to Sindri's house. Which, obviously, Atreus didn't like. Not surprisingly, Sindri and Brok came out from behind a rock. You rolled your eyes as you saw Atreus' sidekick say they were taking him home and saw him bow to Freya. Kratos pushed Atreus towards the dwarves, telling them not to lose sight of him. You watched Sindri and the teenager pass not far from you. Atreus looked at you surprised to see you there, but Sindri made him understand that this was not the time to upset his father. The two headed towards the mystic gate, leaving Midgard. Something interesting seemed to have happened while you were gone. You returned your attention to the deities who were getting dangerously closer, sizing each other up with their eyes.

“What is it you want?” Kratos asked.

"I refuse to remain bound to this Realm. We travel to Vanaheim," Freya announced.

Vanaheim?

Wasn't that where Sköll and Hati were? Was it a Norn trick? But the dream you had. Did Tyr plan all this?

“(Y/N)?” Freya asked, looking at you in surprise.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the Goddess. She was looking at you as if she had just seen a ghost. You looked at Kratos. The Spartan moved closer to your person, eyeing you severely.

"What are you doing here?"

"I saw a furious Goddess speeding past my house. Only Vanadís was in such a hurry. And it was only you she could fight," you said. while looking at Kratos. “You lost sight of your little boy again, didn’t you?”

“That’s none of your business,” he said, moving next to you.

"Of course. But your little one set something in motion. And there are some things I need to check out. I'm coming with it to Vanaheim. Your brother is still there right?" you asked, turning your attention back to Freya. “I have a few questions to ask him.”

"What do you want to know?" asked Kratos who was near Brok.

"I imagine you haven't been idle since… Tyr was freed. Am I wrong? I need to know what you found and what happened."

"For what?" asked Freya perplexed.

"Ragnarok is almost here. There are some things I need to know."

"Would you have a role to play during Ragnarok, daughter?" Mimir asked uneasily.

"I… I don't know. But in Vanaheim… there's one thing I have to see."

"What?" Kratos asked.

"I just need to go check something out. Without Tyr being around."

“You still don’t trust him?” asked Mimir.

"No."

“Tyr is alive?” asked Freya in surprise.

“Not really,” you replied, heading towards the mystical door. “This man is not Tyr.”

Freya gave Kratos a look that said they were going to have to discuss this. Brok finished opening the passage, allowing the group to travel to Vanaheim.

Vanaheim.

This Realm was a huge jungle, filled with dangerous vegetation that attacked any outsiders. The smell of humidity and plants invaded your nostrils. It was strange. The last time you came to this Realm was for Freya and Odin's wedding. Like everyone else, you had bitter memories of it. Everyone was angry with Freya and with Mimir. Freyr had caused a scandal during the ceremony.

"Oh no. Something's wrong," Freya said, snapping you out of your thoughts. "My spell. I can feel it slipping."

"Well. That's Fimbulvetr for ya!" Brok said.

"You don't understand. I'll be torn from the Realm."

“What can be done?” Kratos asked, looking at Freya who was muttering under her breath.

"Something I was hoping to avoid… Seems I have much choice."

Before everyone's eyes, Freya transformed into a hawk. Mimir asked her if she could circumvent Odin's spell from the beginning, to which the Goddess replied that she discovered it when they opened the passage between the realms. It was not a solution and this form was extremely restrictive for her. In this form, she couldn't fight.

The journey took place under Brok's stupid jokes and Mimir's answers. Kratos, Brok and you killed every plant that had become more aggressive with the humidity and creatures that emerged from the shadows to stop them.

Everything here was in ruins. Nothing has been rebuilt. Which saddened Freya.

Was it also surprising?

“Whare has everyone gone, I wonder…?” Mimir began, perplexed.

“They must have withdrawn. Hidden themselves out in the wilds, and covered their tracks with magic,” Freya replied. “No way of knowing how many are left, or how to reach them.”

“Aesir ran cockshod all over this place, huh?” Brok commented.

“You can thank Mimir for that,” Freya commented sarcastically.

“War with the Vanir was NEVER my idea!” exclaimed Mimir. “MY idea was brokering the marriage to end it!”

“A great success that was!”

“Like many of his ideas,” you said darkly.

"Darling. I assure you it was to protect you."

"Of course. Keep convincing yourself," you said with a chuckle.

"Enough! Let's keep moving," Kratos growled.

The rest of the trip was done in silence. The trio followed Freya through the Vanaheim jungle until Brok was caught by a trap that dragged him to an unknown location. You glanced at Kratos, who did the same. You and him were going to have to save Brok's blue butt. Kratos went first, telling you to be careful. You arrived in a deserted place. Brok hung in midair, grunting as he tried to free himself from the trap. Kratos told him to shut up. It was way too quiet.

"Now what do we have here? Ol' One-Eye send another God and to a little girl to do dirty work?"

You and Kratos turned towards a man who lit a torch, allowing you to see his face better. You recognized him as Freyr, Freya's brother.

“Thor too busy?”

"We do not serve Odin," Kratos said.

“No?” Freyr asked, moving closer. “Picked a dangerous place for sightseeing, then. Am I right?”

Freyr's men emerged from the shadows, surrounding the two coming. You made your sword appear, revealing your nightmarish form. You were ready to fight.

“This form and this sword,” Freyr said, eyeing you carefully. "Little Valkyrie. I never thought I'd see you again, kiddo."

“There are two of us, Freyr,” you said, getting into a fighting stance.

“Now, now,” said Mimir. "No need for threats."

"Oh. I know that voice…," Freyr said as Kratos unhooked Mimir from his belt so he could see him. "You know, I'd cut off your head… but it seems somebody beat me to it."

"Aye. Oh, quit watching, brother," the head replied.

"No, you're no brother of mine. You sold my sister to that… prick!"

“We brokered a peace!”

"Oh! Did you now? Where is it? Hmm? And where is my sister? Some dungeon in Asgard? Is she even alive? ANSWER ME!"

Freyr got too close to Mimir, Kratos pointed his ax at the Vanir God, making him understand that he was too close. Freyr laughed, backing away from the trap that held Brok. He took his weapon from his belt, saying that blood would flow. At that moment, Freya yelled for her brother to stop. She landed on a perch, looking down at Freyr who was looking at her perplexed.

"What is that? Why do you speak in her voice?" he asked without looking away from the hawk.

"It's me, Yngvi. There's no time to explain. Just listen. These person are in my service. I'm here to reclaim what's been taken from me."

"It's too late. You can't' undo what's been done," Freyr replied.

"I can. I will. Now let them pass."

Freya took off from her perch, leaving the camp. Freyr didn't take his eyes off her. He didn't seem to believe that his sister had returned to him. The Vanir God turned to the duo, asking if they served his sister. Kratos growled in response as you transformed back into your normal form, vanishing your sword. Freyr sneered, commenting that they were all serving her. He turned to Lunda, ordering her to free Brok from this trap. The dwarf brought her knife down on the rope, cutting it cleanly. Brok fell heavily to the ground. Kratos hooked Mimir back onto his belt. You approached Brok, helping him up while Kratos approached Freyr.

“Nothing broken?” you asked, helping Brok up.

"I'm fine. I've seen worse than that fall," he said, turning to Lunda. "What's with leaving me hanging like that, ya crusty hag?"

"Oh can it, Blábr! C'mere…," she said before giving Brok a hug.

"Well! Found who I was lookin' for. Think I'm gonna stay and catch up," Brok said before following Lunda to her forge.

“Oh, are you now?”

“Do as you wish,” you replied, watching the two dwarves walk away.

You sighed, going to join the Elves of Alfheim and a man dressed in armor and armed with a huge sword. You took a seat on a log, glancing at Freyr's henchmen. The man named Birgir told you that they wanted the camp to remain secret. You replied that it would stay that way. You weren't going to leave camp anyway. You didn't care what Freya was looking for. You just had to know something.

"Are Sköll and Hati in Vanaheim?" you asked, looking at Birgir.

"Why this question?"

"I just need to know if they are here and if there was any strange phenomenon. Wasn't there a solar eclipse?"

“It’s been several centuries since there was one,” Beyla replied, catching your attention. "The wolves continue to chase the Sun and the Moon. They are fine."

"I need to go check on them. I need to make sure they're okay. Where is their lair?"

“Whose lair?”

You jumped, turning to Freyr who was holding Mimir. The Vanir God settled down next to you, giving you back what was left of your father. You looked at Mimir uncertainly. You reached out your hand, taking the rope to place him at your side.

“I have to go see Sköll and Hati,” you said, looking at Freyr.

"For what?"

"I have to make sure they're okay and that nothing bad happens to them."

Freyr looked at Birgir, Beyla and Byggvir. The camp leader sighed and stood up, gesturing for you to follow him to the table. You grabbed Mimir, following Freyr who showed you a map. He explained to you which path you had to take to get to the wolves' den. Freyr looked at you intently. You took off your cloak, putting it in a corner, so you could tie Mimir to your waist. Your wings. No doubt a move from Odin. He remembered you. After all, you have always been the pride of the Valkyries and Mimir. Everyone knew you. He had seen you as a child. He even played with you and learned some pranks to play on your father. Until Heimdal decided to burn it and leave Asgard.

“Why do you want to make sure the wolves are okay?” Freyr asked, folding the map.

"I know they were imprisoned by Odin. I just need to make sure nothing curious happens," you said, heading towards the portal.

“Wait!” Freyr exclaimed, following you. "Are you sure it's a good idea to go alone? How long has it been since you last came to Vanaheim?"

“Do you think I’m that weak, Freyr?” you asked, stopping near the gate.

"I didn't say you're weak, little Valkyrie. I'm just saying it's not a good idea to go alone. Fimbulvetr hasn't spared this Kingdom and there are many Einharjes who is swarming around."

"You don't have to worry. After the Valkyries, someone else taught me some techniques," you said as you passed through the portal. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

You moved away from Freyr's camp, deep into the jungle of Vanaheim. You took the path indicated by Freyr. According to him, Sköll and Hati were not far away. Mimir glanced at you a few times. Should he speak or not? You were still mad at him. Well Named.

"Honey… I know you don't want to talk to me, but I wish you would listen to me. Your mother and I… we really thought we were protecting you by sending you back to Midgard. We wanted to keep you away from Odin and his madness. But… it didn't go as we hoped. I don't know what he did or how he was able to find you, but… I'm sorry. I couldn't protect you the way I wanted. The day he imprisoned me and cursed the Valkyries… they brought us your wings. Daughter… please. I want you to know, I'm sorry. This pain will torment me all my life. The only thing that calms me is knowing that you are alive."

You stopped when you heard Mimir's apology. He asked you for forgiveness? He wanted you to forgive him for abandoning you? You unhooked your head from your belt, placing it on a rock. Mimir could see from your expression that you were not happy with this request. You turned your back on Mimir, taking a few steps away. You ran your hands over your face, running them through your hair. Did he dare to ask you for forgiveness? He dared to make such a request to you?

“You and Mother forced me to return to Midgard,” you began softly, turning to Mimir. “You and Mother never came to see me. Never! You and Mother failed me! You You gave up without the slightest remorse! I was all alone! I had no one… do you know what I did when I found out that mother was locked up? I protected her. I did the only one that you and her didn't do. I stayed with her and protected that damn breach at the risk of my life! So no! No. I could never forgive you. Or her ."

Mimir sighed, dejected. Everything you just told him was true. It was normal that you refused to forgive him. With their statue as Sigrun's Queen of the Valkyries and Odin's role as advisor, they never had time to make sure you were well established in Midgard. He had been busy making sure the marriage between Odin and Freya worked to ensure some semblance of peace. Which has always been a big joke.

“That’s what I told myself when he took my wings and in Tyr when he found me,” you said with a sigh.

“I… I beg your pardon?” Mimir asked, looking at you surprised.

You approached the rock where you had placed Mimir. You sat down in front of him, looking him over. Mimir was struck by your state. Since he was able to see you again, this was the first time he was able to see you properly. Your eyes were watery, you had dark bags under your eyes, that sparkle of mischief that you had as a child was gone. You have become a woman tired of this miserable life. You sighed, running your hands over your face.

"I obeyed. I returned to Midgard. I knew that you and mother wanted to protect me from Odin. But that wasn't enough. Do you want to know what he did? He pretended to be you. He took on your appearance and I let my guard down. That's how he managed to take my wings. When he did… I called. . You and mother… I called for someone to come and help me…"

“But no one came…”

“No… no one,” you said, sighing. "I found Mother's breach. I tried to ignore her, but… I kept coming back to her. I couldn't… get used to the idea to left her alone and helpless. Until Tyr found me and helped me. He trained me. He loved me. He saved me. I was happy again. But so was he, he abandoned me. That man at Sindri's… he's not my Tyr. He's not my husband."

"But… that doesn't explain why you want to see Sköll and Hati."

"I had a dream not long ago. I was with Tyr. We were going hunting and then… he disappeared. At that moment, a lightning bolt tore through the sky and everything became red. The moon was hiding the Sun. Then I saw two pairs of eyes and some growling noises and in the end, Tyr appeared and asked me to help him."

"It's strange. A premonitory dream perhaps," replied Mimir perplexed. "You helped Tyr, in a way, and we're going to see the wolves. But an eclipse? That's strange. I'll think about it, darling."

“Thank you,” you said, smiling at Mimir. “Father.”

"I'll make it up to you (Y/N). I promise."

"No offense. You're just a head," you said, getting up and picking up Mimir.

"Ah! It doesn't just take brawn to succeed, Darling. I thought I taught you that."

“Yes, but from time to time, you have to know how to hit.”

“Okay, you’re right about that.”

You let out a light laugh as you attached Mimir to your waist. You set off again, finally reaching the wolves' den. You saw the wolf Hati who was sleeping. Sköll was still chasing the Sun. You slowly approached Hati. The wolf's ears twitched as he heard you approach. You kneeled in front of him. Hati raised his head, looking at you perplexed. At first glance, he seemed fine. You sat down, sighing in relief. Maybe the dream you had was nothing more than a dream. You held out your hand towards him. The giant wolf brought its snout closer, sniffing a little before standing up. You did the same, following him to the edge of the cliff. Hati sat up, looking at you with his red eyes. He began to scream before chasing the moon, giving way to the Sun. Sköll will run towards you, landing next to you. The wolf looked at you perplexed as you offered him your hand. He sniffed for a few seconds before going to lie down in his den, waiting for his brother to finish his endless chase.

“They are fine,” Mimir said. "It seems your dream is just a dream, daughter."

“Maybe,” you said, looking at Sköll.

"It's been a while since you've been away from camp. It's better to go back before they worry."

“Yes.”

You looked at Sköll one last time before leaving their lair to return to Freyr's camp. You were relieved to know that the wolves were okay. So why did you have this dream? It did not make sense. No, you didn't have to think about it anymore. You walked through the camp gate to see Freya and Freyr hugging. Apparently you missed something. You moved closer to Kratos, unhooking Mimir from your waist to return him to the Spartan.

"You finished?" you asked, looking at Kratos.

“Yes.”

“What’s the verdict?” Mimir asked.

“She will help us,” Kratos replied, looking at Mimir. “Did everything go well?”

“Oh yes,” the head replied. "Very well even. Now what? What do we do?"

"We're going back," Kratos replied, hanging Mimir back on his belt. "And you?"

"I'm coming. I have to do something," you replied uncomfortably.

"You want to talk to him? Are you sure?" asked Mimir worried.

“Yes, you have to.”

"I'm ready to go," Freya announced, approaching the group. "(Y/N)? Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes. I have nothing more to do here."

"We're going back," Kratos said as he headed towards the entrance to the camp.

"Hey little Valkyrie! Come back and see us soon!" Freyr exclaimed.

"Yes, Freyr. I'll think about it," you replied before catching up with Freya and Kratos.

You liked Freyr, but he was always so loud and exhausting. At least it seemed that he and Freya had reconciled, and she and Kratos seemed to have put their differences aside. It was a good thing. At least, you hoped so. Now there was one thing left for you to do.

Talk to Tyr.

Just thinking about it made you uncomfortable. You felt your stomach twist and your hands become sweaty. It was so strange that you felt this way when thinking about your husband. You had to stay focused on your goal. But there was also another problem. According to Mimir, Atreus had disappeared for two days and he refused to say where he had been. This did not please the Spartan who announced that the boy was going to tell him everything and that there was nothing to add. Mimir looked at you, commenting that this was the famous Spartan diplomacy. But Freya's question sent shivers down your spine.

"Wait… did you say Odin invited him to Asgard and then he disappeared for two days?" asked the Goddess worriedly.

"What? Are you kidding?!" you exclaimed. "Odin invited the little boy to Asgard?!"

"Aye… but surely the lad's got more sense than to-" Mimir began before being cut off by Freya.

"Don't underestimate Odin's powers of persuasion. He filled my son's head with lies. Why wouldn't he do the same with yours?"

“It’s not just persuasion,” you said darkly. "If he feels that your little one is an obstacle to his plans, he will not hesitate to make him disappear. He has no limits."

“That too,” Freya replied softly, watching you struggle.

You preferred to ignore the look Freya gave you. You didn't need his pity. Not after all this time. You walked through the door, arriving in front of Sindri's house. Brok was arguing with Bitter Squirrel, one of Ratatoskr's alteregos. Kratos ignored the argument and entered the house. You followed the Spartan, with Brok and Freya. Kratos wasted no time entering his son's room. Sindri left the room, visibly upset. You went to sit at the table when Atreus came out of his room insulting his father. You heard Mimir exclaim that this was not how he was going to change his father's mind.

It looked bad.

"He doesn't have any faith in me! It's fine of he keeps secrets. It's fine is Mom did," exclaimed Atreus who came to sit at the table.

“It is NOT fine,” Kraots replied harshly as he followed his son. “Her secrets haunt every step of this path.”

"Oh, okay. So you don't believe in her anymore either?"

“His is not about your mother!” Kratos exclaimed, placing Mimir on the table. “What you have done is lie.”

“Wonder where I learned that?” the boy replied sarcastically.

“That’s quite enough!” exclaimed Mimir.

“Since when do you away take his side?” Atreus asked, looking at his angry head.

"Since he became the one making sense."

In the meantime, Tyr had approached the table. A pot full of stew in his hands.

"Look… I was only thinking about going to Odin. But I swear it's for a good reason…," explained the young man.

“There is no good reason to go to Odin,” Freya replied, approaching.

“He’ll only cloud your mind,” Tyr continued.

"But I'd be going for us. I gotta stop something bad from happening."

“Something bad did happen!” exclaimed Mimir, attracting the attention of the dwarves who approached in turn. "LOOK AT ME! At Freya. At Tyr. At (Y/N)! Odin did this to us!"

"What's got everyone caterwaulin' all a sudden?" Brok asked as he approached Atreus.

“Atreus wants to go Asgard,” Sindri replied.

"Asgard? Did he get kicked in the head or something?"

"Great. I guess everyone's against me now," Atreus growled, glaring at his father.

"You must choose who you are going to be," Kratos replied, approaching his son. "Are you going to continue to lie and keep things from me? Or are you my son?"

As he spoke, Kratos placed his hand on Atreus' shoulder. Hoping that his words finally reach him. But it didn't seem to have any impact on the boy. If anything, it seemed to upset him even more.

"Choose? I never get to choose. Just leave me alone."

Atreus wanted to walk away and end this discussion. But Kratos didn't think so. He grabbed the boy's arm, ordering him to listen. Atreus yelled at him to let go. He violently pushed Kratos away, but with his rage, he transformed into a bear. Freya rushed to Kratos, helping him up. Tyr had dropped the pot, grabbing your arm to pull you towards him. Unluckily for Sindri, Atreus was standing in front of him. The dwarf tried to reason with the boy. Without success. Atreus violently pushed him away with his paw before fleeing and breaking down the door of the house. He was running away. Kratos rushed to the door as Freya and Brok rushed to Sindri's side. You tried to break away from Tyr's hold, but he refused to let you go.

"He might come back," he said nervously.

"Let go of me!" you cried, pushing him away and watching him get annoyed. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

You quickly moved away from Tyr, approaching Sindri, Freya and Brok. According to the Goddess, there was nothing serious about the dwarf. Just scratches. Which was a relief in care. Your attention landed on the door. Kratos stood in the doorway. His fists were clenched and you seemed to see sparks flying. The Spartan slammed his fist against the doorway, making the house shake. You looked from Kratos, to Freya healing Sindri, to Brok who was cursing, and to Tyr who was standing nervously in the back of the room. You sighed, massaging your temples which were becoming sore.

And now what would happen?

Tag: @ladycrowsworld

[artsykidwolf-2000]

Reader Requests?

Edit June 2023: REQUEST CLOSED FOR GOW SORRY!!!

Hello! I've been thinking for a bit and I had some ideas. I thought, between my writings, I would do some × Reader requests!

I won't be one them often and they might be short oneshots but I'll give it my best!

PLEASE REQUEST IN COMMENTS OR ASKS!

RULES

Please do not pester me about getting it done, it'll be done when I feel like it.

Feel free to leave any type of reader suggestions as long it's not inappropriate or nasty. NO NASTY ONLY FLUFFY!!!

I can do any gender identity (Female, male, non-binary, etc) and race (human, fae, elf, etc)

BE NICE!

Headcanons are welcome

Ok here are the CURRENT fandoms I can do for now and I will list the characters I will do!

GOD OF WAR (2018 & RAGNAROK)

Kratos

Mimir

Freyr

Heimdall

Sindri

Brok

Lunda

Freya

Durlin

Tyr

Hildisvini

Baldur

Thor

(this is out in left field but I am "willing" to do Flash/Felix from my God of War series as long as you're nice and not nasty)

KINGDOM HEARTS

Any character as long as it's appropriate to da prompt suggestion and rules. F.L.U.F.F.Y

Katherine Hearts (since I've done art of her just not a lot of writing but might be a little iffy)(same rules apply from above)

FINAL FANTASY

I can do FF7/remake & FF15 characters

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What's Silja's story and her relationship with Heimdall?

Ah yes! I've mustered up a story for Heimdall and Silja inside my mind, so here goes! (This is gonna be a long post lol I'm gonna pour it all here)

🔮Some Heimdall x Silja Lore! 🌌

oh and their theme song is 'Circles' by EDEN 👁️👁️

Silja was born in the times when Freyr ruled over Alfheim. As Freyr was away a lot because of the conflicts with the Aesir and Freya, Freyr and the elves decided to 'create' a being which can hold the balance and peace between the light and dark elves. Freyr merged a piece of himself with the Light of Alfheim. From there, Silja was born/created. So Freyr is kind of her father.

Silja is the goddess of memory and remembrance, as her eyes were imbued with the Light of Alfheim itself, enabling her to see everyone's past. She was raised as a princess by the elves, but she's pretty much a trophy goddess who holds the peace in Alfheim when Freyr disappeared after Odin and Freya married.

In truth, Silja became bitter and judgemental as well from her hindsight powers. She could see the elves' pasts, even when they don't remember. She's always in Alfheim, and so she desires adventures more than anything - freedom.

During the time of Odin and Freya's marriage, Silja often comes to Asgard as an ambassador of Alfheim for diplomatic reasons. That's when she finds her joy, a chance to get out of Alfheim to visit other realms. And that, was where she met Heimdall.

(YES THEY'RE COUSINS) (BUT NOT REALLY OKAY) (Heimdall had 9 mothers while Silja is born from the Light) (God that sounds so bizarre HAHAHAH)

Heimdall can see her thoughts, while Silja can also see his past. For once in their lives, they met a similar person. They quickly become the Judgy Friends™.

One day, because she could fly (another gift from the Elves) she took Heimdall away from the wall and took him strolling along other realms, showing him that the other realms are beautiful as fuck as well.

When Odin knew that Heimdall had left his post in the wall, Odin became furious and disappointed, telling him how would he entrust Gjallarhorn with him if he left his post like this.

Heimdall (with his Odin's manipulation tactics) grew distant and pushed Silja away. With Freya's banishing from Asgard and locked away from other realms, she had to stay in Alfheim to keep the Light and Dark Elves from fighting again.

Without her father figure and her only friend, Silja, who desired freedom from her responsibilities as a trophy goddess, ran away from Alfheim, which left the realm in a state of war once again. She didn't care anymore.

>>> BOOM God of War (2018) <<<<

Silja roams the Midgard and Niðavellir, helping people with her powers of memory and remembrance, learning not to judge, but also how to empathize. At first she was still judgemental about the weakness of a powerlessness human and dwarves, but from her adventures, she learned to empathize, and helping tortured souls come to terms with their pasts.

She spent most of her time roaming Midgard, but after the death of Baldur and Fimbulwinter came down upon the nine realms, she had to go back and check on Alfheim. Finding it in chaos and dead bodies of Elves are everywhere, Silja sneaked towards the Light of Alfheim, and saw a glimpse of Kratos going inside the Light.

>>> BOOM God of War Ragnarok (2022) <<<

Still helping the Midgardians surviving harsh winters, and with her seeing the pillar of thunder-ice, Silja encoutered Kratos, Atreus, and Mimir in a fight against trolls and draugrs. Mimir introduced Silja to the father-son duo.

(The way Silja was SHOCKED when she saw Kratos' past tho...)

Kratos thought that Silja mean harm to them since they killed a lot of Elves, but turned out she paid it no mind, since they won't stop warring even if the sun lights upon Helheim.

They part ways, but Atreus bumps onto Silja in his adventures with Sindri, begging her not to tell his father. Silja being the naughty goddess she is, promises Atreus not to tell Kratos.

When Kratos and Atreus brings back Tyr to Sindri's house, Silja was left flabbergasted, because she couldn't see Tyr's past at all. It was weird, because back in the days, She could see Týr's past well enough as the others. However, Mimir suggested it might be one of the many consequences of Odin's tortures.

When Kratos and Atreus' relationship grows tense, she chooses to stay silent, because Silja understands what Atreus feels. When Atreus stormed out of Sindri's house and ran to Asgard, Kratos and Freya was worried shitless about Atreus going to Asgard, so Silja offered to follow Atreus, saying she'll make sure Atreus doesn't do anything too stupid.

Plus, she knows that the first person Atreus will meet in Asgard is him. Someone needs to protect Atreus from his antiques.

Time to visit a long-lost friend 😉

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Colored version of Silja's early design (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠���⁠)

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the less time the better. pt 8.

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pairing: heimdall x gn!reader

summary: days have passed since the kiss you shared with heimdall, and while you try to figure out what it means for your relationship— the group prepares for war.. and suffers a massive loss.

notes: this chapter is just straight angst. sorry in advance but it was a necessary evil.... ignore any plot holes please..... and also please let me know if you want to be tagged in this series! my taglist is really old and im sure ppl have lost interest, so let me know if you want to be removed as well.

you awoke from your sleep with a jolt. you had never gotten used to the rough feeling of wood pressed against your skin as you slept. even if it was the same material you usually slept on while you were home in midgard, your circumstances were different. back then, you didn't have to worry about a war with one of the most powerful gods in the realms. you only had to worry about what to make for dinner. now, you had much more to think about. including your strange relationship with the god of foresight, heimdall.

a part of you still regretted taking his wrist in your hand that day. it still wasn't that long ago, but you wondered how different things would be now if you hadn't.

the atmosphere was tense in the house. you swore there had been maybe 20 words spoken between everyone. people looked over their shoulder, wary of heimdall's every move. in a way, you couldn't blame them. after all, he was odin's son. the son of the man who had ruined their entire lives, and he had yet to state his side. but he wasn't fighting, either. ever since he had arrived.. you noticed that. he never fought the idea of being used as leverage. after your conversation. you supposed you understood why.

ratatoskr had since found out of heimdall's presence on his tree, and he was less than happy about it. but still, he had remained polite despite his grievances. you did notice how he seemed to be around less, though. you couldn't help but to assume that was due to heimdall.

freyr hadn't gotten any used to him being around, and you didn't think he ever would. he was quieter— less himself. you hated seeing him that way.. but the vote you had made days prior was a fair one. you thought he had trouble seeing him as anything but a member of the family who burned him. he couldn't even see him as leverage.

your father jumped into gear the morning after. he was completely prepared to do whatever was necessary to protect atreus.. and yourself, by extension. you knew little of his time in his homeland. it was something he didn't speak of much, but you did know he killed gods there. he seemed ready to have to do it again, but not at all eager about it.

"none of us are safe, even here." tyr murmured from where he sat at the end of of the table. it was far too small for him, and his knees hit at the wood on the edges, but it was almost a funny sight. "so we have no choice." freya responded simply. "we find surtr, sound gjallarhorn, and bring odin to justice. now."

you glanced uncomfortably over your shoulder at heimdall, who stared blankly at the group from where he stood, leaning against the wall. you watched as his hand fell to the horn on his hip.

"you'd incinerate every soul in asgard and call it self defense?"

"does he ever suggest plans or just crap on everyone elses?" freyr murmured, leaning back against the table in the kitchen.

"the obvious plan is staring you in the face," tyr ignored him, "we don't need odin to use this. we can slip into asgard and do it ourselves, right under his nose. we gain the knowledge we need to shatter his prophecy of war once and for all."

"except— begging your pardon— you don't have a way into asgard." sindri replied.

"they got the big horn, don't they?" brok called out from their working space.

"oh, so you expect them to sneak into asgard blowing a horn that sounds across all the realms?"

"i expect you to bite my blue buttcheek!"

"please. just.. think about it." tyr said.

you watched as atreus sat the mask down on the table. you had let him look at it. he had read the runes, inspected the design.. but nothing seemed to make sense outside of that crack you had told him about that odin had in his basement. your father sat mimir down next to it.

"this mask," he started, picking it up. "the easy answers that it promises. i know this.. shortcuts always have a price."

he turned his focus to you, brows knitted together. this expression that he wore wasn't one you saw often. he was worried. "you have carried it. what do you think?" he asked.

you let out a breath. "i don't know. at best.. it's a chance." you said with a shrug of your shoulders. you didn't know what it was or what it entailed, but you knew it was important to odin. "if nothing else, it's leverage. we have something he wants. if it really gives us all the answers, maybe no one has to die."

"grand. now all we need's a way to asgard." mimir replied simply.

you watched as your father's gaze shifted to tyr, and hesitantly, so did yours. "i know i've been a burden to you all," he started, readjusting himself in the seat, "i know you've questioned why you even pulled me out of that hole. i have too."

he stood, walking around the table. something changed in his stride. you wondered where his sudden boost of confidence seemed to come from. but maybe this was what you needed. "i have too. but it's clear now. this is what i'm needed for. this is my purpose. one last time. i will pick up my spear and.. i will lead us to asgard."

"'scuse me, but if you got a way to asgard, where's that idea been this whole fuckin' while?" brok asked.

"that's.. rather a fair question, brother."

"you.. withheld asgard?" your father asked, pushing himself to his feet. something in his eyes shifted. anger. you recognized that look all too well.

"you would've gotten us all killed. and we needed to give the champion time to find their destiny. here it is." tyr picked up the mask off the table, and you shrunk into yourself. you hated being called the champion. it didn't feel like you, really.

"it's all led to this."

"if we can get inside, i'm going after odin." freya said.

"i will not stop you. we can do both."

"spot on, brother. if the mask doesn't give us an out, we'll still have the drop on him."

"works for me." freyr spoke through his food.

"let's do it, then."

"and quickly, before he sees us coming."

"he does hate surprises."

you looked back over at heimdall, who had silently gotten much closer to you while you were involved in the conversation. he stood a foot or so behind you, brows knitted together. "heimdall," you started, cutting off anyone else from speaking before they even could. "is there.. another way into asgard?"

he looked over at you, then back at tyr. his eyes were filled with something else, something you couldn't exactly pinpoint.

"no." he replied after a pause, staring at the taller god. the rest of the group only stared at him.

"i still wanna hear the details on this, uh, new way to asgard you got. spill it!" brok said after a moment. if anyone knew another way to asgard out of everyone in the room, it would've been heimdall. he wouldn't have lied, would he? was that something he would do to you after everything that happened the other night? you decided not to think about it.

"it's an ancient path. we can't reach it from here." tyr said, moving around brok to continue walking.

"where then?" he pushed, following after him quickly.

"let me collect my things and i'll show you." tyr replied frustratedly. you furrowed your eyebrows together. brok was right. something about this just.. wasn't making sense.

"you ain't got no things. and where you goin' with that mask?" he smacked it out of tyr's hand, and you watched as it went flying. "that belongs to y/n, they earned it! all you done was make passable dirt soup!"

"brok, it's okay." you muttered in an attempt to de-escalate whatever you were watching unfold. "no, it ain't." he responds without missing a beat. "this ain't right. all the pieces ain't weldin' together true. like, what's with him calling you, 'loki,' anyway?" brok asked, turning his gaze to atreus.

now that he had mentioned it.. you had never heard tyr call him atreus. he had only called him loki. the name your mother gave for him to the giants. no one had ever called him loki.

"you know that ain't his name! hey, i'm talkin' to you!"

"do you NEVER shut up?"

you watched as tyr shifted into someone else. odin. his knife dug into brok, completely tearing through his clothing and diving into his skin. the weapon was covered in his blood, and you could only watched as he fell to the floor. "brok!" sindri called, kneeling at his side.

behind you, you could feel heimdall drawing his weapon. his eyes lingered on the scene before him. this is what odin did to people. this is what he would've done to him, had he stayed.

in your state of shock, odin wrapped an arm around your shoulders, the knife that was just used to stab brok held at the skin of your neck. he pulled you backwards, and even though you resisted, you knew it was ultimately no good. would you die here? would brok?

"of all the things.." odin murmured.

"odin." your father said, anger filling his eyes.

"let go and face me!" freya called, sword held in her hand. freyr stood at her side, and atreus at the other. heimdall took a place by your father. despite the risk of your life ending, you stared at him. he was facing his father. he had his sword drawn, his brows furrowed together. this was an expression you had never seen on his face before. anger.

"tell your brother to throw me the mask, and you've got a deal." odin said.

"stop moving."

"freya!" sindri called out, eyes focused on his dying brother. you wanted to sob. you wanted to do anything but be here in the grasp of the man you hated the most.

"if he dies.."

"now, now. wasn't part of the plan. but if he dies.." odin's gaze shifted to his son. "we are square for heimdall. and honestly, you got a bargain."

"i will kill you. plan on that."

"so nice spending time with you again."

"freya, please!" sindri begged, finally looking up at her.

"ah ah ah. can't be in two places at once, frigg."

freya shifted backwards, kneeling at brok's side. freyr stepped over, and with him, so did heimdall.

"hey, i don't move, you don't move. don't do anything you'll regret."

"i regret many things. killing you will not be one of them."

"i am in control here!" odin yelled. "throw me the mask, now!"

you watched as your father's gaze shifted from you to atreus, to freyr. he threw the mask after what felt like the longest few seconds of your life, and you lurched out of the allfather's grasp. atreus leaped at him, taking the form of a wolf as he did so. he was shoved out of the way, and he picked the mask up off of the floor.

"too bad." he said, looking directly at you. "looks like war after all."

as he stepped backwards into the doorway, your father hurled a spear at him. you hadn't seen this weapon before, but that was the least of your concerns. the tip of the spear pinned the mask against the wall, and odin slipped out of view. you breathed out a sigh of relief.. but that didn't last for long. you turned around and the view of brok and sindri together on the floor only broke your heart once again.

"please, you have to save him. you have to." sindri said, watching as freya tried her best to heal him. your heart sank into your stomach. there was nothing more she could do, and brok knew it. "he can't.. you can't.. maybe if i go back to the lake.."

"stop it. i know what you done. and i forgives ya. but y'gotta stop. y'gotta let go."

"brok?"

sindri stared down at his brother, now lifeless in his arms. he looked towards the ceiling, and disappeared.

"this.. whole time?" atreus murmured.

freyr appeared at your side, extending the mask out. you stared at it for a moment, before looking up at him. you took it out of his hands, your fingers pressing against it. you hated this thing. it took everything in you to not just destroy it right now.

"so.. what do we do now?" he questioned.

"now..?" freya repeated. she paused, picking up her sword. "now we kill odin. and anyone who gets in our way."

"atreus. y/n. come." your father said.

"what? where?" atreus asked.

"it does not matter." he muttered. you had never seen him look so.. defeated. you felt it too, but he was always so good at hiding how he felt. seeing him like this only hurt you further. brok meant a great deal to him, and you knew that. he meant a great deal to you, too.

"where are you going?" freya said.

"we are done."

he walked away and you were left standing with everyone else, watching as he turned to the door. you took in a deep breath. you squeezed your eyes closed, but followed after him. you stopped after a second, turning to look at heimdall.

you pressed the mask into his hands. "i'll be back." you said, your voice coarse. your throat felt dry. you wanted to scream. you wanted to cry. you probably would. but not right now.

you turned away from him, and followed after your father and brother wordlessly.

"you can't run away from this, kratos. odin won't stop until we stop him!" freya called after him, but her words were only meant with silence.

he pushed open the door, and you stepped onto the yggdrasil.

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[salt-up-to-your-ankles]

finished playing god of war ragnaroks main story and oh my god. i have A LOT to say first off i dont think ive ever played such a visually beautiful game, its so amazing and i was fighting the urge to screenshot every 10 seconds cuz the game just looked stunning especially sindris house and freyrs statue

also i really liked the pacing, sometimes when i play games i think 'come on hurry it up' or 'omg im done already??' but for gow i feel like it was just right and it had enough side stuff for me to not think 'oh i wish we saw more of x y and z'

SPOILERS AHEAD I WANNA TALK ABOUT THE ENDING:

wait so wtf tyr was dead the entire time????? that entire scene was heartbreaking i actually really liked him but he was odin the whole time like jesus plot twist of the century i did NOT see that coming

also brok oh my god i loved him so much his death has made me so sad well never get to know the answer to his riddle im so sad and sindris making me more sad also sindri what a badass for crushing odins marble thing that was sick and im glad he got vengeance for brok

also FREYA HELLO she was so cool i knew straight away that shell do the final blow on odin and the choking part was so cool shes so cool shes awesome she deserves the world (one without odin lol)

im sad that they killed thor right as he was ABOUT to be better id have loved to see him and kratos not be fighting but to be fair i saw it from a mile away and i was screaming at every character to keep at least 2m away from odin at all times lmao

also also i love freyr he was awesome too and funny like when everyone was walking past kratos saying general and he just goes 'hey bud' i love him its so sad that he sacrificed himself though :(

anyway final note phenomenal game i loved all of it will finish the favours and side quests cuz its great

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title: perennial

pairing: heimdall x female! goddess! reader

"You were a goddess of oaths and vows. It was only fitting that Odin would bind you to his service in only the most ironic way that he knew how: marriage."

this fanfiction contains the following: domestic violence, blood, gore, choking, violent sexual content, bad BDSM etiquette, non-consensual somnophilia, blood drinking, unhealthy relationships, and much more content that may be sensitive to some readers. reader discretion is advised.

*for inquiries about the taglist, please dm me and i will add you to it.

 “Is this Lady Var?” Sindri held the leather journal aloft in the candlelight. The paper took on a warm cast as the charcoal depiction of their friend, dressed in the same clothing as they had seen you in the day before, became evident. There were notes taken in Atreus’ hand on the back of the page, likely written some time after you had left judging by the hasty smear marks. “You captured her likeness pretty well.”

 “Lemme see that!” Brok ripped the journal away. He hummed and hawwed, turned it this way and that, all under Atreus’ amused gaze, until he nodded in satisfaction. “Aye, it’s a good one. Don’t think the Var Goddesses have been written down’n posterity since the first.”

 Atreus frowned as the blue dwarf handed his journal back with a flourish. “What do you mean?”

 “He means Odin has a full ban on the depictions of the Var Goddesses,” Sindri explained. He grimaced at a smudge of dirt on the table that he had missed and retrieved brush to scrub it away. “It started after the first Var goddess nearly killed him for breaking his vow to his father, Borr. I really don’t think we should be talking about this without her—“

 “You know that ain’t right,” Brok interrupted. Atreus’ gaze drifted between the two. “’N besides, she ain’t gonna be here until either Odin dies or Ragnarok comes, and neither of those is happenin’ soon. The kid ought to know all there is to Odin’s crimes!”

 Sindri glanced away, the rag twisted between his hands nervously. It was not the first time the Huldra brother had been not so keen on something, but it was the first time he looked like he would vomit because of it. “Oh, fine, but I can’t say anything. I made a promise. Oath. Vow, not to speak about any of it.”

 “That’s fine with me! Now listen, lad, this story begins way before you were even thought about bein’ born—“

 * * *

 “—in the forests of Vanaheim,” you finished tiredly. Odin sat across from where you stood in front of his desk, rapidly scribbling runes down onto a long piece of parchment. Each piece, for as long as you had been doing this for him, was crammed full of information of vows and oaths that had been made that you could not observe, being  bound in Asgard as you were. He currently had nearly a dozen scrolls of just important information on oaths within Vanaheim, Alfheim, and Midgard alone, much to your dismay. “I could not observe it however, due to your collar.”

Odin waved his hand in dismissal. “Yes, yes, we’ve been over this already.”

You remained standing with a permanent scowl on your face.

“Oh, you’re still here? Get going, I’m sure… someone out there misses you.”

It was a low blow, but you turned on your heel and left his office before your trembling hands could make their way around his stringy, wrinkled neck. For the last several days, you had gotten no peace, or rest, because of the countless oaths he demanded you tell him about. From whispers on the breeze to vows from Freyr himself, he wanted to know, and you were now magically bound to tell him. The spells kept you awake for days, dragging you from a light doze to full alertness in a matter of seconds, continuously, all so you could be useful to Odin. Now that he had some control over what you would tell him, the gentle facade had rapidly decayed before your eyes to expose the master of deceit you knew he truly was. He was short with you, speaking in clipped sentences, and dismissed you like a poorly loved pet when he was finished.

You had not expected anything different from him, but it still stung nonetheless. For the moment, those visits had kept you from even laying eyes on Heimdall, and you supposed you were thankful for that reprieve. Since he had left you shortly after your wedding night, you had heard rumors that he was pacing the walls, looking for giants that weren’t there—or intruders, which were one and the same according to Thor. If it was because of you, you couldn’t say, but having him out of your space felt like a breath of fresh air.

It almost felt like the way it was before you were ever married, save for Odin’s turn of personality. You walked the halls, squeezed in an errand or two, spoke with Sif in mumbled, exhausted phrases, but you never once toed the wall. Something told you if you went up there to seek out your little sanctuary outside of it that you would sooner find yourself falling off of it in some tragic accident than going down in the lift.

You had not had any time to process what you had gone through. Between the oaths, sluggishness of your mind, and the duties that requested your attention, the trauma that was coiling tightly in the back of your mind had yet to burst. It was of the faintest flickers of memory, but the most vivid was the way you had laid on Heimdall's bed after he had left and stared at the ceiling, doing your best to ignore the way your body screamed that everything that had been done to you had not been right.

“Ah, you’re here,” Sif announced from her spot at a table in the dining hall. Beside her, chowing down on what appeared to be prime cut of lamb, was Thor, and to her left was Thrud, though the poor girl looked as if she wished to be anywhere else at the moment. The goddess raised her arm to gesture you to join her and, after a moment of  hesitance, and drew by the smell of food, you sat, gingerly folding your hands in your lap. “I was wondering when I would get to speak to you in more than just mumbles… After the wedding, you have been—“

“Busy.” You smiled tightly. Thrud passed a bowl of honeyed oats to you wordlessly, something she knew you liked from your repeated visits with her mother. It was devoid of the usual fruits, likely because of the very vow you had been speaking to Odin about—a merchant had been slew and his stock, on the way to Asgard, stolen—moments before. You nodded your thanks to her and relaxed at the taste, soothed to have something in your stomach after so long using your powers. “Even moreso as of late. But I am fine, just… tired.”

Thor grunted. “Who knew reading magical threads was so… taxing.”

“Indeed.” You took another spoon full of oats, delivering it to your mouth in an unladylike swallow. When you weren’t flicking through the various vows made by other people, you were steadily plucking and prodding at the ones between yourself and Heimdall. The red vow, the one that felt ominous and strange, had been the product of your marriage bonds and Odin’s runework. It was somehow infused with the capabilities of the collar, the spells he had put into it, and the hold he now had over you; you had yet to untangle that particularly complicated web, or put a scratch on it. It was impervious to anything you tried to do to it, bouncing back harmlessly when you thought you had managed to ruin it just a little. And no matter how hard you tried, you could not read it. “Oh. That was sarcasm, was it not?”

“You need rest,” Sif said after a moment. There was nothing but concern in her eyes as she took you in, then your half eaten bowl of oats. “And a more filling meal.”

You shook your head wordlessly. “I do not think I will be able to do much more than sleep at the moment. Thank you for the company, I… needed the moment’s reprieve.”

Sif did not worry about dismissing you as you stood from the bench, bringing your bowl with you. You neglected any of the ale or juice on the table and instead made your way to Heimdall’s rooms. Your own room had been hastily dismantled and put to use for someone else, while Magni and Modi’s rooms remained empty on the other side of the building. Heimdall’s room was easily twice the size of your own and had a larger bed, but was rarely used; you assumed it would be safe to sleep there for now, given his agitated pacing upon the wall. Your other option would be to sleep in one of the crevasses of the wall.

“Oh, my lady, there you are!” A dwarven servant was rapidly approaching you, a twinkle in her eye. She could not have been more than a child in dwarf terms, yet she seemed happy to see you—an oddity, considering most steered clear since your wedding. “I did not find you in your quarters. You have a letter, my lady.”

She held the piece of parchment out to you primly. When you accepted it, confusion warping your face, she bolted past you and, somehow, vanished the moment you blinked. You stared at the paper and then tucked it into the bag at your side, rubbing your face tiredly. Your mind felt like it had countless worms inside it, devouring your thoughts before you could process them. You would sleep, and then, perhaps, test the vows some more.

But when you turned the corner, eyes zeroing in on Heimdall’s door, you were instantly crowded by none other than your husband himself. If his pacing on the wall had looked intimidating, it was nothing compared to the agitation he showed now, appearing as tired and put upon as you felt. He even, laughably, had bags under his eyes, and you would have laughed, if it were not for the way he fisted his hands into the front of your dress and pulled you as physically close as possible.

“What in the Nine Realms do you think you’re doing to me?” He demanded hotly. He smelled as if he had consumed vast amounts of mead, yet did not look drunk in the least. “I can’t sleep! I can’t think! Hel, I can’t even eat without wanting to purge my stomach of its contents, and now, I have bags under my eyes. What sorcery are you inflicting upon me?”

Bewildered, you stared at him, considering. He did look tired, in fact, he looked exhausted. “I don’t know what you mean. I have been working with the All-Father these past few days, and I do not have the magical ability to, as you say, inflict sorcery on you. Not that I do not wish to, on some days.”

He released you with a disgusted hiss. You rocked back on your heels, unsteady, as he pushed past you, going down the hall and towards Odin’s office, temper hot. You watched him turn around the corner and sighed, taking the final strides to his bedroom door and wrenching it open. Once you were inside, you closed the door shut and collapsed on the bed.

You did not have the energy to care why he was so angry at you. Again. If it was not the usual fury of being married to you and being forced into it by his own father, you were sure it was something he had conjured up in his own mind. He had such a habit of blaming his faults on others, you had found, even something completely out of your control. You peeled off your boots with your feet, uncaring if you got dirt all over his floor, and snuggled into the countless furs and pillows he had upon his bed. It was like sleeping on clouds, and strangely materialistic for a man, but Heimdall was… well. He was Heimdall, and as vain as a strutting peacock.

You hummed, content, and closed your eyes when your cheek hit the pillow. You hated him so much that your stomach was rolling with it, and you snorted in derision at the idea of being the cause of his hunger, tiredness, and irate mood. It was almost too funny, the way he so quickly blamed you, and you felt yourself slipping easily into sleep as you thought if it—

Your eyes opened of their own accord. There was no spell stopping you from going to sleep, and yet your mind had produced a simple thought.

What if you had been the cause of his mood?

It was not as if the marriage vows did not go both ways. You had been working at them for days now, nearly the same length of time that Heimdall had begun pacing the walls like a rabid mouse. You didn’t even entertain the idea that the vows could be affecting him too, on top of the way you could hear his thoughts if you focused hard enough. You had been unable to read him due to his abilities of foresight, before, but now you could pluck his stream of consciousness out like a white fish in a swarm of trout. What if Odin’s spells were doing more than just binding you to his whims?

Bringing your knees to your chest, you examined the dark red thread that ran from the center of your heart and into the open air, in the general direction of Heimdall’s person. With a cautious metaphysical finger, you plucked at it, and watched it vibrate all the way down the entirety of the string. It stopped the moment it was received on Heimdall’s end and you watched it flash a brief pink briefly.

Then, faintly, you heard the sound of a cup being thrown against a vase, and Thor’s angered voice.

You smiled and closed your eyes, oblivious to the meltdown Heimdall was experiencing just a dozen feet from you. You were, the first thing when you awoke from your nap, going to make him miserable. And you knew just the place to start.

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[storiedhistories]

This probably doesn't come as a surprise, but I'm still on a bit of a hiatus, at this point. I'm trying to focus more on revamping and getting things all cleaned up while I'm not doing writing things, and to that end, below the readmore is an updated list of muses, since my current information is very out of date.

Current muses by franchise:

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA William Adama Karl C. Agathon

CRITICAL ROLE Caleb Widogast Essek Thelyss Grog Strongjaw Keyleth of the Air Ashari Lady Kima of Vord Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III Vax'ildan Zahra Hydris

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN Hank Anderson

DOCTOR WHO The Doctor (Nine) Madame Vastra

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST Alexander Louis Armstrong Sig Curtis Envy Solf J. Kimblee Roy Mustang

GAME OF THRONES Brienne of Tarth Tyrion Lannister

GARGOYLES Brooklyn Goliath Hudson (with Bronx as NPC) Macbeth

GOD OF WAR Atreus Brok Faye Freyr Kratos Mimir Odin Sindri Thor

GOOD OMENS Anthony J. Crowley

KILL LA KILL Satsuki Kiryuin Senketsu

THE LAST OF US Joel Miller

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG Adrien Agreste / Chat Noir Alya Cesaire Gabriel Agreste / Hawk Moth Luka Couffaine Tom Dupain

HADESTOWN/MYTHOS/PERCY JACKSON Hades Hazel Levesque Kronos Orpheus Thalia Grace Will Solace

STAR VS. THE FORCES OF EVIL Globgor Moon Butterfly River Butterfly Tom Lucitor

SUCKER PUNCH Sweet Pea

X-MEN Remy LeBeau

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS Irithiel Galanodel (D&D) Vanessa Hunter (Monster of the Week)

[midnightostara]

Sleppa Til Vanaheim

Title: Sleppa Til Vanaheim

Fandom: God Of War (Video Game)

Relationship: Kratos x Heimdall

Characters: Kratos, Heimdall, Freyr, Thor, Sif, Thrud, Lunda, Birgir, Beyla, Byggir, Gulltoppr.

Tags: Escape.

Note: Ok so I know I said I didn’t have time to add in a scene that was from House Of The Dragon in Rúni. So I put that scene in this one!

Sleppa -Escape 

PART 1 - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/midnightostara/723316383741591552

*****

“All-Father.” 

"Yes, Jensa?" Odin asked, lifting his head from his desk, papers scattered about. Huginn, his trusted raven, was busy sitting on a perch nearby, preening his feathers.

“I am sorry for interrupting you,” Jensa gave a quick bow. “I am her to tell you that Heimdall had his baby. It’s a boy, he named Rúni.”

Odin’s one-eyed gaze soften a bit but not entirely, putting a hand on the desk and another on his hip. “Well, that is good news to hear. How is Heimdall?”

“He’s tired after the birth but is doing fine.” 

“Good, good, good.” Oding walked around his desk before standing in front. He turned his head away from Jensa for a moment, then back. “Bring Rúni to me, I want to see the baby for myself.”

Jensa bowed. “Yes, All-Father.”

The God of foresight rested peacefully but was attuned to the sounds around him, waiting for Rúni's cries that might signal his need for attention or care, he needed this rest after going through the whole process of giving birth. As he rested, he couldn’t help the heartache that Kratos wasn’t there to greet their son as he was born, or even seeing the enthusiasm from Loki, as he was allowed to come in to meet Rúni and even hold him.

The Aesir diplomat had left the room to give some space for them to have a time to bond. She had informed Heimdall she would come back to give him some of her help on how to take care of Rúni and other things he should know what to do.

The door slightly opened, Thrúd peered in the room, seeing Heimdall was asleep then seeing the cradle. Entering, she slowly and quietly approached the cradle, kneeling in front and peering it. She gazed at Rúni, as he was sleeping in fresh blankets in chrysochlorous with detailed design on the hem in gold, she couldn’t help but to softly coo at the newborn. She carefully reached out and gently brushed her finger against Rúni's cheek, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin. 

"Your so small and fragile." she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. 

Thrúd's eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and wonder as she continued to observe the sleeping child. She had never been around babies much since of her training to be a Valkyrie, but something about Rúni's presence captivated her. Perhaps it was the innocence he radiated or the sense of new beginnings that he represented.

Lost in her thoughts, Thrúd was startled when she heard a soft rustling behind her. She turned to find Sif standing at the door, a warm and understanding expression on her face.

"I see you couldn't resist coming in to see him." Sif said softly, stepping closer to Thrúd.

The goddess of strength rose to her feet. “Yeah, after hearing from the others about that Uncle Heimdall went into labor and that the baby was here. I… I just wanted to see.” Thrúd glanced to Rúni. “And he’s kinda… cute to look at for a baby.” 

“You were cute as a baby.” Sif smiled, she placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. Thrúd bristled a bit in embarrassment at her mom’s comment.

The door opened carefully, Jensa came in quietly, she closed the door behind her but when she turned around she was surprised to see both Sif and Thrúd in the room. 

“M’lady.” Jensa curtsied to Sif. 

Sif nodded gracefully at Jensa “Jensa. Are you here to check Rúni, to see how he is?”

“No, M’lady. Odin has ordered me to bring Rúni to him.” Jensa replied, making Sif tense at Jensa’s report that the All-Father wanted to see Heimdall’s son, alone, without Heimdall with him. 

"Alone? Why would Odin want to see Rúni without Heimdall present?" Sif asked, trying to understand Odin's request. 

Jensa hesitated before answering, "I am not sure, M'lady. Odin did not specify the reason, but he seemed quite insistent."

The god of foresight’s eyes opened. After hearing what Jensa had said about Odin wanting to see his son, there was no way he would let Rúni be alone with the All-Father, since he knew he would have an advantage over Kratos. Still sore, after the birth of Rúni, he gingerly lifted himself up from the bed in a sitting up right position before putting his feet onto the wooden floor.

Heimdall spoke up. “I… I will not allow Odin to see Rúni.” 

Sif, Jensa, and Thrúd turned in his direction in surprise to see he was up and nearly out of bed. The Aesir diplomat glanced to Jensa then back to Heimdall she approached the god of foresight. 

“Heimdall,” She spoke, softly. “You need to rest after your labors.”

The blonde shook his head to her, shoving her hand off of him, he got up on his feet. Wincing at the pain that went through him, but he ignored it. Staggering, he walked over to the crib where Rúni was sleeping, bending over he picked up his sleeping son in his arms, carefully cradling his head and supporting his bottom. He needed to protect his son, he didn’t want Odin to have him in his grasp when he is not around.

Turning around, he walked with stabled steps towards the door, Thrúd jogged over and opened it for Heimdall. The god of foresight gave his niece a nod in her direction before leaving the room, following behind him was Sif.  The Aesir diplomat had told her daughter to stay behind while she goes with Heimdall. 

“Heimdall, please! You need to rest, I can take Rúni to see Odin. He will be safe with me.” Sif voiced. 

Heimdall shook his head. “No. I…. I’m not going to have Odin see Rúni without my presence there.” 

The god of foresight stopped, grimacing when he saw the stairs in front of him. He had to go up them, but with the pain he was in, it was going to be difficult. Sif seeing the hesitance on Heimdall’s face, she gently grasped Heimdall’s arm in support.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. 

Heimdall breathed. “Stairs…” 

The Aesir diplomat looked over to the stairs in front of them, then to Heimdall. “On three.” She started  counting then put one foot on a step, Heimdall followed suit. The god of foresight hissed in discomfort but breathed steadily and carefully, then continued on his path of going to Odin’s workshop.

Passing by other Aesir, who gawked in shock to see Heimdall walking after he had given birth, some murmured to each other in surprised about this scene, taking in some glimpse of his son, especially Thor, who was shocked as well to see his brother walking right after the birth of his son. 

The blonde looked down at Rúni, he gave his son a soft smile, before paying attention to where he was going. 

Passing through the library to the office, Sif and Heimdall met the brisk air of the cave, making their way down another flight of steps. Once making it onto the cool rock below, Heimdall and Sif approached Odin, who was busy looking at the glowing prasinous rift. The rift that he was obsessed to know more about and the knowledge he craves 

“Ah, Jensa, I take it that you have Rú….” Odin started as he turned around, he stopped himself in shock to see Heimdall standing there with Sif, holding the chrysochlorous blanket that had Rúni swaddled.  Gathering himself, he pulled on his sickly calm performance. “Heimdall, my dear son, why are you up? You should be resting after having a long labor.” 

Heimdall frowned at Odin, holding Rúni protectively in his arms. His gaze at the All-Father was stern and unwavering. “I heard you wanted see my son.” 

Odin divulged. “Of course, I have to see if my grandchild is healthy, you know.” He took a step forward towards Heimdall, Heimdall's frown deepened, and he maintained a protective stance, keeping his son, Rúni, close to his body. Sif stood by Heimdall's side, her expression neutral but watchful. Odin noticed the firmness in Heimdall's demeanor and realized that he needed to tread carefully.

Seeing this, The All-Father spoke with a calm tone, trying sway his son in giving him his grandchild. "I understand your concern, Heimdall. I am your father, and I would never wish harm upon my grandchild. I merely wish to see Rúni and ensure that he is well. Let me have a look."

Heimdall hesitated for a moment, knowing that his father had ways to weave words into what he wants, he cautiously handed Rúni to him. Odin held his grandchild gently, examining him closely, seeing slight semblance of Heimdall. Rúni opened his eyes stared up at Odin, with amber eyes. 

The All-Father steadied his gaze to the baby. ‘Eyes just like the man that killed his entire family in Greece.’ He tore his gaze away from Rúni to Heimdall, who remained protective and brimming with anxiety of wanting Rúni return to his arms. Sif gently rubbed Heimdall’s back to ease his anxiety. 

"He is a strong and healthy child, just as I expected," Odin remarked, he approached the god of foresight, keenly returned Rúni back into Heimdall’s arms. 

The god of foresight released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding after Rúni was returned, safely, in his arms. He still couldn’t read or know of what true intent his father had in mind for his son, since he was blocked off from the All-Father’s mind, but he knew that whatever intention his father had it was to use Rúni as leverage to Kratos so that he would give him the mask. 

Odin turned his back on Heimdall and Sif, he stopped before turning to them. “You may leave.” he said, then paid his attention towards his desk. 

Sif gave a nod to the All-Father, gently she helped guide Heimdall back up the stairs to head back to his room. 

The sun dipped below the horizon, the room was bathed in a warm, golden glow. The soft rays of light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows on the floor. The walls seemed to come alive with a stunning display of colors, a picturesque scene of orange, pink, and yellow hues blending harmoniously.

Heimdall looked outside the room while rocking side to side on the bed, humming a lullaby that he faintly remember his mother sang to him, as he was feeding Rúni. Looking away from the window, he looked down at Rúni, who was contently suckling away on his chest.

“Sjónin dámar, og hvønn kvøld Lívið hvílir í fangi tín. Havfrúgvørur, tey syngja so ljótt. Barnið, dreym um seg í ørindið.” Heimdall sanged, softly, as he continued to watch Rúni have his fill. 

Once his belly was full on warmth milk, the god of foresight took Rúni to his shoulder to burp him. The baby let out a small burp, Heimdall settled him back on his chest, where the baby snuggled comfortably. 

The room was slowly growing darker, the blonde couldn’t help but marvel at Rúni - his delicate features that were of his own, his innocent amber eyes, and his frown that reminded him of Kratos. He smiled at his baby rubbing Rúni’s soft cheek, though deep down he wished Kratos was here or that he wished he had Rúni at Sindri’s house where they could marvel at their baby.

Getting up, Heimdall gently laid Rúni down in his crib, the baby started to settle. Heimdall, kneeling, he softly sang another lullaby, to soothe Rúni in a peaceful slumber.  The same lullaby that he remembered Freya singing to Baldur when he was a baby, he knew it was a Vanir lullaby that Freya wanted to have Baldur know of it, to him it brought some solace since he had it sung to him before when he was sick. 

Rúni, snuggled in his blankets, closed his eyes and fell asleep when Heimdall hummed. Seeing his son asleep, the god of foresight leaned to give him a quick peck on his chubby cheek and rose to head back towards the bed.

“Heimdall.” 

Heimdall hissed a gasp before whittling around to see Thor, standing there, he huffed out a sigh. “I’m seriously going to put a bell on you.” 

“Sorry.” Thor said, unapologetically. 

The god of thunder walked over to the crib, looking down at Rúni, then back to Heimdall. “Cute kid.” 

The god of foresight gave his brother a  nod. “Thank you….”

Thor walked back towards the door, opening it slightly, he poked his head out taking some quick glanced left and right before closing the door again to face Heimdall. The blonde looked confused on why Thor did that. Both stood in silence as they looked at each other.

Thor, after some silence, finally spoke. “Do you want to get out of here?”

Heimdall furrowed his brow, confused on what Thor was meaning of ‘get out of here”. He didn’t understand of what his brother meant by that. “What do you mean by ‘get out of here’ brother?”

“I was meaning of you getting out of Asgard with your son, to a place where you two are safe.” Thor elaborated, making Heimdall’s breath caught in his throat of what Thor really meant. Most shocking for him is that Thor was helping him, normally they don’t see eye to eye and had a strain relationship. But here was his older half-brother offering his assistance to help him get away.

“Your… Your helping me to…  to escape?” Heimdall said, slowly. Thor nodded to him.

“What else does it look like?”

The blonde wanted to answer but he didn’t have any retorts that he had in his mind. Another thing that hopped in his mind was about Odin’s ravens especially Huginn that teleported anyone to a destination that they needed to go but he knew that the blasted raven would alert Odin about his escape. 

“I don’t understand.” Heimdall uttered, distrustful. “What made up your mind about helping me? Would you rather prefer that I stayed here and wait until Odin uses my son as leverage?”

“Listen, I may hate your guts. But Rúni is innocent, he’s no pawn of whatever the All-Father has in mind. Besides, you want to go back to that dumbass of yours.”

Heimdall bristled. “Hey! He maybe a dumbass but he’s MY dumbass, you piece of trash.” Thor gave a chuckle.

“Anyway, I had Thrúd get Gulltoppr to meet us in front of the great lodge. Get Rúni.” The god of thunder walked out of the room but held open the door for Heimdall. 

The god of foresight immediately went back to Rúni’s crib and gently picked him up in his arms, securing his son against him, walking out of the room. Thor closed the door, quietly. Following behind Thor, they went through the great lodge and hall in their own stillness till reaching to the front of the lodge.

Opening the door, awaiting their arrival was Gulltoppr, the gradungr walked towards Heimdall. Pleased in a way to see his master, before paying attention to Rúni. The Gradungr sniffed at Rúni for a while till he acknowledged his tiny master. 

Lifting Heimdall up, Thor placed him on the saddle. The blonde took the reigns, then turned to Thor. 

“Where do you think your going to go?” Thor asked.

Heimdall responded, simply. “Vanaheim. Freyr has his camp there that I’ve been too, I know he’s probably with Freya at Sindri’s house but I know that his army are there.”

Thor nodded to him, as the god of thunder was going to go back inside the great lodge without a word. Heimdall stopped him.

“...Thank you.” Heimdall whispered. 

Thor waved his hand, in a somewhat dismissive way. “Yeah, yeah.”

Heimdall turned his attention to Gulltoppr. “Take us to Vanaheim, boy.” 

Gulltoppr made a rumble before taking off.

[artsykidwolf-2000]

Happy New Year everyone and hopes to a good year bc....hehe last year was freaky deaky on a whole different level! Other than that I shall give you some joy this day in the form of....Sindri!

I have decided to give you love and happiness for this dwarf and his love that is a black dragon fae who claimed him like a coin for her horde so let's get it on!

Hope you enjoy and hopefully it's not too long!

A New Life

{An OC × Sindri Fanfic}

{Flash × Sindri}

Warnings: Trauma, "censored cursing", blood mentions, "death", OCD/Germaphobia, etc.

Rating: Fluffy with a side of sugar, spice, and everything nice....and maybe some tears {mostly mild} {embracing character roles}

★★★★★★★★★

{Flash's pov}

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the front door open. My sisters and brother were here. All of them. My twin sister, Katerina, or Kat for short, was the first to hug me. Her slightly taller form picking me up as we embraced, I held her tightly against me as she wept.

"I thought I lost you in Greece...I'm glad you and Kratos are alright" Kat wiped her tears.

"nothing can kill this looming column of meat, and you can't get rid of me that easily!" I chuckled.

"Well the Pegasus can't always save every hero she meets!" My older sister, Terresa or Terri, hugged us both in her strong arms, " We're all glad you're alive! Right Ally?!"

My eldest sister, Alexandra or Ally, turned to me. I nearly sh*t my pants just waiting for her to beat me into the ground like a bug under a sandal but all I got was a slap to the face and then a warm embrace.

"Next time be more considerate, you have someone else that cares for you, besides I have faith you'll do the right thing" she put her hand to my cheek.

"I know...and I will..."

"Good that's all I ask" she chuckled as she stood up straight and started talking to Kratos. Military friends and all.

I soon spotted Ava talking with Sindri and Freya in the corner of my eye.

"Am I not gonna get any hugs from my little sister?"

Ava perked up and ran over to me, she may be taller than me by a inch or so but I am still her big sister. She hugged me with all her might.

"How's your magic? You getting better?" I asked.

"Y-Yes! And I have been t-training with Gavin in your absence in fighting to keep m-myself safe!" She shyly but happily said as she tucked her bright red hair behind her ear.

"Oh you have huh? Well then I think I need to claim my right as fighting instructor." I said as I turned to Gavin with a smirk, my older adopted brother.

"Not happening, besides I'm still sore from her accidentally summoning vines and branches from our last sword duel" Gavin sighed as he rubbed his shoulder.

"That's me sis! Showing him who's boss huh?!" I laughed and hugged Ava's side and smiled.

"T-Thanks sis" she giggled.

"Now why don't you talk with Atreus, he's been dying to get to know someone around his age...or mindset"

"Oh?! O-ok!" She trotted off to a very happy Atreus.

I smiled and then looked towards Sindri who looked nervous.

"You ok?"

"Yeah Yeah just a bit overwhelmed of meeting my soon to be in-laws...at least their proper and nice...and wiped their feet...and offered to help" Sindri fiddled with his hands nervously, "It's not every day that you're marrying a dragon/fae princess"

"Yeah well once we get married...I'm thinking of leaving that luxury behind some." I sighed as I stretched a bit.

"Why? It's the best thing you can do by letting them have some luxury!" Freyr chuckled as he downed some mead.

"Well I want a different pace and being out on my own for most of my life has opened my eyes some. I want us and our possible future children to live how they wanna be and to show them that everything is not handed to them. Let them adventure a little." I smiled, "Besides Tir na nog is great and all but I wanna try new things"

"Mom and Dad would be proud of that choice." Kat spoke up as she walked towards Sindri, Freya, Freyr and I, "besides they wanted me to give you this as a wedding gift" she pulls something from her pouch. It was traditional garbs from our homeland. One looked like it was meant for my wedding and another for normal use.

"Woah...Mom and Dad made this for me?"

"Yup, made from the scales of Volcano, Uncle Maato's dragon, and the wedding gard was made from the silks and water droplets of the Crystallus Tree of the Oasis so that your moment would be a part of history"

D*mn sis you about nearly made me cry more than I should. I wiped my tears. I hugged her tightly.

"oh! I nearly forgot! Sindri they also made you something!"

"They did?" He looked at Kat in question.

"Yeah they did, my husband pitched in as well since he adores you and your brother's works and he also works in a forge" Kat soon pulled out two new tool belts that my brother-in-law and his family leather worked, "I hope they do fit you two"

Sindri held his new belt and tried it on. It fit him perfectly, "it looks amazing! Such craftsmanship and attention to the gold details! Brok come here!"

Brok stumbled over here as well and tried his on. He was amazed as well, "Well I'll be...tie me up and call me a stuck boar because this is amazing!" He laughed as he traced the silver details on his.

I smiled at the two trying out their new tool belts and seeing how well they fit. Then I got to thinking. What will the wedding be like after Ragnarok...will there even be a wedding?! I don't want anyone to die or fall because of it. But...I can't think of any other time because I don't want our happiness to run short.

We had to stop Odin

With Heimdall gone it was inevitable. I couldn't shake something else from my thoughts either.

How Tyr became so...quiet

Does he know something? Keeping secrets?

Was it because I've gotten my powers back?

Was he scared of my power?

No... can't be... he's their god of war...

Unless...

"Hey Tyr you've...been awfully quiet? Having fun? Overwhelmed?" I spoke up to him from the table.

"No No just... thinking" he spoke up.

"About what? A way to Asgard? You finally gonna join us?"

"There's no way to Asgard..."

"But we have leverage, we have the mask and the horn, what else do we need?" I walked closer to him, slamming my hand lightly on the table.

He stood up and started walking, "Nothing... you'll have your peace soon one way or another..."

"My only peace right now is to settle the score with Asgard, for taking everything, the dwarves are my family as much as the others"

"They didn't take everything, they provided with what they could" Tyr turned to me with a dark tone underlying in his speech

"I know a coward when I smell one...and you smell like one...a very familiar one..." I glared into his eyes.

"Take one to know one...and I know all about you...and you never seem to take...a...HINT!" Tyr reached from his belt and pulled a knife. He swung at me as someone pushed me out the way. Once I hit the floor, I turned back to see Brok at the end of the blade.

"BROK!!!" I cried out. I caught him as everyone ran to our aid.

Odin revealed himself and grabbed Atreus.

"Release my son!" Kratos growled at Odin.

"I would've settled for more but you guys got a bargain, we're square for Heimdall..." Odin hissed.

Everyone started to argue back and forth. Soon Freya came to our aid to help. Her magic was not fast enough.

"Brok please..." Sindri cried out next to me, "You can't leave us..."

"I...I know what you've done...and I forgives ya..." Brok sputtered out, "Live on without me..."

"No...NO I won't let you die!" I cried out trying to give power to him to keep awake. That was until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see my twin sister.

"Together..." She gave me a look that I knew what she meant. She kneeled next to Brok and put her hands on his wound. I put my hands over hers. Our hands and crystals began to glow red and purple.

I started focusing my energy to her and Brok. Kat started her healing spell, one that has been passed down in our family to special healers like her and our Uncle Laurence. Magic begins to draw from our crystals and the area around us. Defying the natural order takes a lot of energy. Good thing I have plenty.

My sister chants her spell as Brok's wound began to heal.

It was working.

He was gonna be ok!

Once the spell was finished, Brok began to breath again normally. Both my sister and I coughed and took heavy breaths as Sindri hugged his brother. I looked over to Odin who had let go of Atreus at the sight of me with a dark aura. I. Was. PISSED.

I looked that coward dead in the eyes and growled lowly.

"You think you'll be able to hide from my wrath...think again...because you messed with my treasure...my family...then you will face the retribution...The Wrath of the Dragon King! " I roared out at him as he escaped in his swarm of ravens.

I huffed as I turned around.

"Flash..." Ally spoke up and placed her hand on me, "Breathe"

I breathed in, as I did the scales that raised up on my back started to lower and my horns started to shrink to a miniature size. My eyes returned to normal once I opened them. I collapsed to my knees near Sindri and Brok and hugged them tightly.

"Your twin is something else...best not piss the healer off" Brok joked and it brought a chuckle to my lips.

"Sod off...and Thank you" I looked towards Kat.

"True family helps each other, no matter what, best to before it's too late." She smiled as she looked to Atreus.

"I'm so sorry Sin...we...I..." Atreus spoke through shocked tears.

"It's alright...but that fool will pay for messing with us!" Sindri patted his shoulder, "I'm tired of being left out! I want to fight!"

"Thanks Sin, and we will bring Odin down, one way or another!" Atreus smirked as he clutched the mask.

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With Ragnarok gone and everyone safe it was time to tackle another mission. With the real Tyr found and survivors settled into their new realms, we decided to have the wedding in Svartalfheim. Nidavellir sounded the most appropriate since I'll be marrying a dwarf. I was nervous. I'm normally not nervous for long but this was probably what Ally and Kat said we're Pre-Wedding jitters or something.

Freya, my sisters, Angrboda, and Lunda were all helping me with my wedding outfit and my hair. It was all woven with gems, gold, and whatnot. It was past my shoulders by now and my twin decided a braid would be good with a traditional circlet.

"You look amazing Flash" Kat spoke up.

"thanks, I hope Sindri doesn't faint at the ceremony..."

"Viktor almost did with Ally with how beautiful she looked" Terri joked as Ally smacked her shoulder in jest.

"We're all rooting for you, now you have your exchange?" Ally added.

"I've been thinking about it and...I know what to give him...it's simple but it's traditional in the Draken ways."

"Oh? And what is that?" Angrboda spoke up.

"You'll see" I winked as I stood up to head to the ceremony.

The square was all decorated. People gathered to celebrate the union. Reab and others playing music as I arrived. It was all perfect.

There I saw Sindri.

He stood near Durlin and Brok with his armor all shiny in white robes. He lit up at the sight of me walking in my white garbs and bouquet of white lilies and red roses. Once I made it to him I held onto my exchange gift under my bouquet. Sindri seemed to fiddle with something before we joined hands.

"Now before anyone speaks or cheers, Let's let the love birds speak a vow before exchanging something special to them to show their sign of love and devoutness" Durlin spoke up.

"Like they need to, we all know what they have is unbreakable! No one will dare..." Brok spoke up in a grumble.

Now one said a word.

Once Durlin gave us a nod, Sindri started his vow as he held up a bracelet he forged from a piece of his armor.

"Falishia...Flash...I vow to do my best to keep you safe. I promise to be a good husband and a devout father if we ever have children. And with this enchanted bracelet your power shall never waver with the amount of magic and my love forged into it. For even with all your flaws, I still love you with all my heart, beasties and all" he spoke as he slipped the bracelet onto my right arm, a perfect fit.

Everyone awed at the sight of commitment.

Then it was my turn...

Great I'm more nervous than before.

I pulled out my gift. I woven my scales into a similar necklace to the one I usually wear. I cleared my throat as I spoke up.

"Sindri, I vow to help you and to be the strength you need in your times of need. I vow to be a loving wife and a proud mother to the future children we will one day bear. With my scales you shall never feel alone no matter how far apart we are and no dragon will harm you so long as you wear it. I love you for accepting my brutish ways and for the bond we share is unbreakable. For I am your loyal dragon until the end of our days. I love you forevermore." I said as I put the necklace on him.

I could see he was tearing up badly. I wiped his tears as Durlin spoke up as he tied a woven white and gold sash around our hands.

"With the gods as our witnesses and the love we have been shared. I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss"

We leaned close to each other and leaned into a gentle kiss. Everyone cheered. The dwarves, our friends and family, everyone. Then Sindri tugged me down and pulled me into a dipped kiss in his arms. I wrapped my arms around him into a more heated kiss as I tossed my bouquet into the crowd. Lunda caught it with no problem as she smiled at Brok. His blue face turned a shade of red with embarrassment and happiness. Those two were meant for each other.

Once the ceremony was over we danced, partied and whatever else for hours on end. Sindri and I were as happy as can be. Let's just say at the end of that celebration, and a few too many drinks, we had fun back home. Don't worry, Lunda made sure Brok was away for the rest of the night.

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Years have passed now since those fateful days. I have decided to stay in the 9 realms...well 8 now...I think...

Anyways, I've decided to stay while my family lived on back in our homeland. It was a tough choice but it was a great one. Even though I know Sindri and the others would've loved being there, it just wasn't right just yet. Besides I had a new mission now.

Sindri and I were blessed with twins, a boy and a girl. We named them Margo and Mylo.

Margo comes from my father's native tongue meaning pearl.

Mylo was more from the realms native language meaning a soldier or merciful.

I love them with all my hearts and when they were born, both Sindri and Brok shedded tears. Lunda helped with the clothing and helping out. Brok and Sindri made cradles, toys, you name it.

Margo is a father's girl. Took mostly after him with the Dwarven genes and his hair but she caught my blue eyes. She also got my fire breath. Her little crystal was blue with gold filling the end of it.

Mylo on the other hand was struck with the "tall dwarf" gene from me. He was mostly Draken with shiny black scales with a sparkle of gold in his scales. His crystal was a red orange color with silver filling at the end. He takes a lot after me plus long dwarf arms.

They're my pride and joy and their father holds my love. I wouldn't have it any other way.

I hope for years to come

We can all cherish

"Mom?! You done writing in your journal?! I wanna go hunting!!!" Mylo whined

"I'm coming I'm coming! Go get your weapons, we're going big tonight" I chuckled.

"Why do you write in that anyway? It's not like you're going anywhere! You're too stubborn to die!"

"Yeah Yeah but it's for someone else to remember, maybe when we're all gone, maybe our descendants..." I winked.

"Telling them stories huh?" Sindri chuckled.

"One day our ways will be forgotten, and our love will be gone from this plain of living, someone has to do it. And by the Wandering Wolf the path has been laid!"

"I'd love to see what they will think of us" Margo smiled.

"Only time will tell for now let's go hunt for a momentous occasion! Happy birthday my dragonlings" I hug my twins.

"Thanks mom!" They chuckled.

"Let's go before Uncle Brok and Aunt Lunda get here!" Mylo spoke up and ran out the door with Margo behind him.

"They grow up so fast" Sindri wrapped his arm around my waist, free of his glove.

"Too fast if you ask me, We'll be back before sundown" I kissed his lips as I ran after them. Sindri waved us good-bye as the bright sun greeted us to a new dawn.

A New Life

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While I'm working on my revamp, to make things easier, below the cut is my current list of muses!

Battlestar Galactica Bill Adama Karl "Helo" Agathon

Critical Role Caleb Widogast Essek Thelyss Grog Strongjaw Lady Kima of Vord Keyleth of the Air Ashari Percival de Rolo III Vax'ildan Zahra Hydris

Detroid Become Human Hank Anderson

Doctor Who The Doctor (Nine) Madame Vastra

Fullmetal Alchemist Envy Solf J. Kimblee Roy Mustang

Game of Thrones Brienne of Tarth Tyrion Lannister

Gargoyles Brooklyn Goliath Hudson Macbeth

God of War Atreus Brok Calliope Faye Freyr Kratos Mimir Odin Sindri Thor

Good Omens Anthony J. Crowley

Kill la Kill Satsuki Kiryuin Senketsu

The Last of Us Joel Miller Lev

Miraculous Ladybug Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir Alya Cesaire Gabriel Agreste/Hawk Moth Luka Couffaine Tom Dupain

Mythos/Hadestown/PJO Hades Hazel Levesque Kronos Orpheus Thalia Grace Will Solace

Star vs the Forces of Evil Globgor Moon Butterfly River Butterfly Tom Lucitor

Sucker Punch Sweet Pea

Vampire Princess Miyu Larva

X-Men Remy LeBeau

Original Characters Irithiel Galanodel Vanessa Hunter